Sorry not to have posted over Christmas - no time or energy really. Health wise I have been improving a little every day after the last lot of chemo and am starting to feel quite human again. (Apart from yesterday, when I had a day in bed feeling exhausted - I think I am fighting off a cold). I have been at the hospital regularly for blood tests: today for the first time since coming home I needed no treatment so got out of the hospital in a fairly record 1 3/4 hours instead of the 6 hours we spent there on Sunday (mix up over the lab testing of one of my sets of bloods...).
Christmas was very restful for me. Andrew cooked lots of fabulous meals, my daughters and mother-in-law variously wrapped presents and crackers for me, helped prepare food, washed up and did such housework as was essential (not much). We played a board game on Christmas Eve (Lyric - highly recommended), and had time to look at old family photos and record Andrew's mother's memories, and watched 'Paddington' together. Sadly I didn't make it to church, but each service attended was reported on by the girls. Apparently this year's nativity play on Christmas Eve was a classic with the angels only being able to find the letters O and Y in GLORY to start with so that the shepherds were summoned with a very suitable 'OY', and a very shy youngest king.
Two daughters and Andrew's mother have gone home today. We are looking forward to friends being with us on New Year's Eve and then chemo starts again on 5 January.
My overwhelming emotions from this Christmas are gratitude - to the medical staff who are overseeing my treatment, to my family, friends, neighbours, colleagues for their support - and appreciation of the little pleasures in life: watching the birds in the garden, seeing the full moon on Christmas Eve, hearing the church bells, finding primulas flowering in the garden...
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